The philospher king

18 Jan 2017
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1 minutes to read

Putting the boy to bed:

“Daddy, daaaaaaady”[moves from the kitchen to the bedroom door, glances around the corner]
“Yes, son?”“Can we talk?”
“Yes…““Not like this”
“Pardon?”“Closer, you have to be closer”
“..ok, like so?” [moves to the bedside]“…can you move a little closer?”
“..ok, like so?” [kneels down by the bed]“…can you move a little closer?”
“Yes, like so…?”[leans into the bed]“Not this closer, another closer. Can you move a little closer?!”
“I see…” [rests his head on the edge of the bed]“…”[moves around the bed for the best part of a century]
“Now this is close enough I would imagine…““Ok, now talk”
“What do you want to talk about?”“…”[a silence as deep as the deep blue sea]
“What do you want to talk about?”“You tell me…yes”
“Oh, well, you wanted to talk to me, son…““You say, you say”[the biggest and brightest eyes you will ever see]
“Ok, ok, so…how was your day?”“…”[a galaxy collapses, dies, and is reborn]
“…ahm, did you have a nice day at the kindergarten?”“…“
“Well, what did you do today?”“…everything”